You have the cool clear eyes of a seeker of wisdom and truth,Yet there's that upturned chin and the grin of impetuous youth,I believe in you, I believe in you.I hear the sound of good solid judgment whenever you talk,

Yet there's that bold, brave, spring of the tiger that quickens your walk,I believe in you, I believe in you.And when my faith in my fellow man all but falls apart,I've but to feel your hand grasping mine, and I take heart,

I take heart to see the cool clear eyes of a seeker of wisdom and truth,Yet there's that slam, bang, tang, reminiscent of gin and Vermouth,Now I believe in you, I believe in you.